The fortune teller had enough of Timmy's bullshit, she was sick of him staring at her titties and asking dumb questions like "Do I get to fuck my sister's best friend?". Like what the fuck Timmy, I'm a fucking fortune teller, not a porn teller. As time began to open his stupid ass mouth, I grabbed my crystal ball and smashed it right across his head, Timmy fell unconscious which made me feel so much better, that stupid ass boy was getting on my nerves, him and his porno freak questions. I'm glad he is done now, I'm so glad, but what the fuck Timmy?! now the kid is getting blood all over my shit, man fuck this career, I would've been a better drug dealer anyways.
